Eddie's sleep has been restless at best these past few nights. Not because he likes to sneak drinks of my soda, but because he has been sleeping without his "goo." His goo is his pacifier. His goo is his pal. His goo is his addiction.
We're not pushing him to give it up. We figure that will happen naturally, like it did with his brother, who decided at 6 months that he didn't need a stinkin' goo. And they both gave up bottles on their own last year without any fuss. But the goo is different. They can fill up their stomachs and get cuddles without bottles in their lives. But without the goo, Ed needs to rewire his self-soothing mechanism.
You'd think that wouldn't be too hard for a kid who embraced the calming breath ("in through your nose, out through your mouth") months ago. But since I'm shitty at giving things up, I'm not in a position to judge.
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